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Infatuation by BeanerWeasley
Summary: Rose/Scorp: "So, are you in love with my sister?" I picture Rose Weasley's red hair and scathing glare, the fire behind her eyes when I kissed her without even considering the consequences. I guess all the hate from the past 6 1/2 years really has changed into something else. Something more. I take a deep breath, finally realizing the truth. "I suppose so." Companion piece to Intoxication.
This story is told from Scorpius' point of view.
IMPORTANT NOTICE: This is a companion piece to my completed story, Intoxication. I highly recommend reading that first, as this story does not detail the full school year for Rose and Scorpius, just the aftermath of a certain pivotal scene that I won't spoil here in case you read it! :) There will flashbacks in this story detailing big moments and new moments, but it is not all inclusive.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Chapter 1
**Present Day: Late November, Seventh Year**
Okay, she should be here any minute. She's a creature of habit, after all.
I take a bite of potato, my eyes never leaving the entrance to the Great Hall. I try to block out the sounds of the idiots that surround me. Tim Codispot has not shut up about asking Eleanor Zabini to the dance since it was announced. I don't know how many times I have to tell that fool that he can do whatever the hell he wants because I'm certainly not asking her.
"So if you aren't asking Zabs, who are you going to go with, Malfoy?" Tim asks in an invasive and frankly obnoxious tone. I picture a certain red haired Head Girl and shake my head. Cool it, Scorpius. You do not want to take Rose Weasley to the Christmas Ball.
And even if I did, I don't think she'd warm to the idea right now considering she is not currently speaking to me. Not for lack of trying on my part, though. Although, I guess it is my fault she's so pissed off lately. Perhaps I could have been less of a jerk. Especially after the whole snogging situation that happened...
But maybe I'll finally get her to talk to me once she gets here.
I glance briefly at Tim. "I pretty much have the pick of the school, don't I?" I respond darkly and continue staring at the door, tuning out his stupidity.
Unfortunately, I can't tune out everything when a shrill voice rings through the hall.
"GIVE IT A REST, SARAH!" I hear Eleanor shriek. "He doesn't even care about her!"
Sarah Pinter, Eleanor's supposed best friend, isn't backing down, unfortunately. I try to ignore her, but she starts in her typical whiney tone, "I'm just saying that it's a little unusual that he hasn't spoken to a single female this past week, according to the rumors… and this includes you…"
I scoff in frustration. Take your problems elsewhere.
"Oh my god!" Eleanor continues at the very top of her grating register. "She's back together with that Hufflepuff quidditch captain anyways, so who even cares?!"
My eyes snap up to her as she throws her hands in the air. Her face is triumphant as she turns to face me. There is no way Rose Weasley got back together with him…
I think back to that day not so long ago, when she stood in front of me, trapped under some magical mistletoe. I can hear her, clear as day in my head. "Tyler and I broke up." And then I stupidly, stupidly kissed her hand.
Of course that wasn't as stupid as some of the things I've done since…
I get up and walk to Eleanor. I quietly start, "El, are you being serious or is this another one of your stupid rumors? If it's not even true-"
"What? What are you going to do?" she practically yells. "Why so interested, Scorpius?" She eyes me shrewdly and I can tell this isn't going to end well, but before I can stop myself, the words slip out,
"I care about her, okay?"
My stomach drops and I feel nauseous. There it is. I've said it out loud. Eleanor's mouth parts slightly in shock before she puts on an angry face. At that moment I notice the girl I've been waiting for all dinner long finally walking into the Great Hall, red hair trailing behind her shoulders.
I look around and see a vast amount of people staring at Eleanor and me. There's no way I'm confronting Weasley now. Not after what just happened. I'm not about to let my reputation be questioned further.
I give Eleanor one last look, silently pleading to her to not tell anyone what I just said. That is, if everyone didn't hear it already. I think I was quiet enough. I hope.
I ignore the heavy pounding in my chest and leave the hall to head back to the Heads' common room, hoping I can maybe talk to Weasley alone.
After all, if she is back together with Tyler Wood, maybe that will be a good opportunity to put any unwanted feelings behind me. It's about time I get back to my resident ice king persona.
It's not like Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy getting together would end well, anyways.
Not that I even want that to happen.
**September 1st, First Year**
"You just walk straight at the wall, and before you know it, you'll be through to the other side," my mother says, voice full of encouragement.
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and casually walk forward. As I approach the barrier between platforms nine and ten, I resist the urge to pull my trunk to a stop. At the last second I close my eyes and when I open them again, I'm standing on a crowded platform in front of a monumental scarlet train.
The Hogwarts Express.
Steam pours from the locomotive and I inhale the industrial scent that only a train station can provide. I try to act cool as my parents appear next to me and lead me closer to the train.
"Now, you must not forget about us!" starts my mum, the sound of impending tears shining through her voice. "Promise me you'll write to us every day!"
"'Stori, don't be ridiculous," my dad begins. "He'll write when he's got free time! You can't expect a letter every day…" He squeezes my shoulder, but I tune them out and look around the platform.
There are plenty of kids, my age and older, milling around. I listen as they call out to friends and I suddenly feel alone. Everyone seems to know someone, so I scan the platform for Eleanor. As my gaze wanders over the crowds, a shock of bright red hair catches my attention. I lock eyes with a friendly looking girl who appears to be around my age. I give a small smile and her eyes exude warmth.
"That's the Weasley girl. Rose is her name," my father says, squatting down next to me. I eye her with interest as her father bends down to talk to her before turning to face my own dad. Weasley is a name I've heard around the house. My grandparents are not fond of the Weasleys.
"If she's anything like her mother," he starts, and I brace myself for a lecture about how I should avoid her, "you'll want to be friends with her," he continues. I stare at him in surprise. "Hermione Granger - well Weasley now – helped me out quite a bit after the war. She helped me get my first job at the ministry, actually. Helped me to gain back some of the respect our family had rightfully lost."
I listen with curiosity. My family rarely talks about the war. I think they are ashamed of where their allegiances resided. Or at least my dad is. I get the feeling my grandparents would be rather keen on joining up with dark wizards again if the opportunity arose.
"I didn't deserve the generosity after all that had happened between us at school, but she seemed to see something in me that I didn't. From what she tells me, her daughter is quite sharp, much like she is."
I look into his eyes, a mirror reflection of my own, and see fondness behind them.
"Yes, Hermione is a lovely woman!" my mother chimes in. "We just had tea with her a couple of weeks back, actually. Although, her husband and your dear father here do still hold a grudge from the old days…" She smiles as my father scoffs.
"I've tried to make peace with him, but he's a bloody fool." She rolls her eyes at him.
"Okay, enough, enough," she says through a grin before turning to face me. "We've got to get you loaded onto the train! Perhaps you can find Eleanor so you have a friend to sit with for the journey!"
I scan the platform again as we make our way to one of the carriage doors. I don't see Eleanor, but I think back to the kind eyes of Rose Weasley. Maybe I can find her to sit with for the trip.
"Alright, sweetie," my mum begins as I step up into the train, "you don't need to write every day, but at least write a couple times a week!" Her tears start falling now and I roll my eyes.
"I'll just be at Hogwarts! It's not like I'm shipping off to a new planet or something!"
She mumbles something incoherent into my cheek as she plants a kiss on it. My dad pats me on the shoulder and tells me to write tonight and let them know what house I'm sorted into. As I wave my goodbyes, I feel my nerves coming back. I wander down the center aisle of the train, looking for that now familiar head full of red hair.
I pass several full compartments, students laughing and carrying on, and consider taking the first empty one I see. My stomach is jumping at the thought of introducing myself to other students. I know that my family's name has not been cleared, by any means, and I do not want to be judged based on their past mistakes.
After all, I don't think I'm very much like the Malfoy side of my family: pompous with an air of entitlement. My mother has told me over and over that no one will give my name a second thought, but it does not keep me from worrying.
As I turn my head to look into the surrounding compartments, I don't notice the obstruction that pops out in front of me. I crash into it and hear a thud.
When I look down, I see none other than Rose Weasley on the floor by my feet. Her cheeks turn pink as she looks up at me, eyes peering through the messy red curls hanging in front of her face.
I reach out my hand with a smile to help her up. She looks at it with hesitation, but takes it and lets me pull her to her feet.
"Hi," I say nervously, "Sorry, didn't notice you there. I'm Scorpius Malfoy, by the way." I'm still holding her hand, so I shake it in greeting.
She looks at me with an unreadable expression, lips parted. Suddenly, she pulls her hand away.
"I know who you are, Malfoy," she says with vehemence. I'm taken aback as she glares. "I know all about your family."
"I don't - " I begin, but she cuts me off.
"Please take care to watch where you're going. I don't fancy being in contact with the likes of you." She spins around and storms off down the corridor, red hair flitting like a flame behind her.
I feel sick to my stomach as my worst fears are confirmed. The memory of her warm eyes is slowly fading.
How could someone who smiled at me with such friendliness turn so quickly?
It's my name. Malfoy.
I walk into an empty compartment, barely taking in the soft leather seats and large windows as the train starts to move. So I can't escape the family name, I think to myself. Of course I can't. I stare darkly out the window.
If Malfoy is what they want, then Malfoy is what they'll get.
**Present Day**
The Head Girl never shows up to the common room after dinner. So I guess she's still avoiding me. I eventually head to my bedroom, figuring I might as well try to sleep.
"I can't sleep at night because, try as I might, you are always there in my head…"
So idiotic. Why did I have to say those things to her? I would not be in this situation if I had just kept my mouth shut.
But something about her just gets under my skin. Something about her makes me say the things I'm thinking instead of keeping my cool façade.
I stare up at the ceiling, thinking about everything I should have done differently, everything I should have never done at all.
As I drift into an uneasy sleep, I know subconsciously that my dreams will be about her.
I arrive to breakfast early the next morning, deciding I don't feel like seeing Weasley after all. I am hoping that she will sleep in and come to breakfast late, so I can avoid a run-in with her.
I sit down at the near empty Slytherin table and butter a slice of toast. As I stare at my plate, I try to keep my mind off the red-head. I watch as a drop of condensation moves slowly down the side of my water glass. It reflects blue to match the sky above. I picture her sapphire eyes and shake my head. I need to get out of here. Clear my thoughts.
I grab the rest of my toast and stand up to leave. As I make my way back to the doors of the hall, who else walks through but the very Gryffindor I'm attempting to avoid. I feel my heart pounding for no reason and know instinctively that I'm about to do something very foolish.
Her eyes lock onto mine for a fraction of a second t and stand up to leave. provide. stuation that happened...n my part, though. Although, I guess it'before she shakes her head and walks toward her table. Without thinking, I stride to her and block her path.
"I hear you have a date for the dance," I say in a cringingly accusatory tone. Way to sound like a jealous arse.
She stares at me incredulously before pushing a curl out of her face and snapping, "Don't believe everything you hear, Malfoy."
She tries to walk past me, but I quickly step in her way and retort, "Well do you?"
I feel people watching us as her eyes flash dangerously. She says, rather loudly, "So what if I do?"
A challenge. Don't take the bait, don't take the bait. "Seriously, Rose?" I begin before I can stop myself. "You're back together with that Hufflepuff loser?"
I feel my heart pounding in my throat and try to ignore it as I wait for her answer.
Who cares if she's back together with him! I think to myself. But I know somewhere deep down that I do care.
I watch her cheeks turn pink and resist the urge to push an unruly strand of hair out of her eyes. "Jealous much, Scorpius?" she spits with venom. My face betrays everything I'm thinking, and I know I look shocked. "Now if you don't mind," she continues loftily, "I'd like to eat my breakfast in peace!"
She pushes past me, brushing against my shoulder, and I feel the electricity race under my skin at the contact. I watch her sit down, painfully aware of the eyes still watching me.
What is wrong with me? I think as I give her a last look before turning around. I walk out of the Great Hall and head to the library.
Once I make it to my usual table, I slide down the wall and put my face in my hands.
I cringe at the thought of the rumors that I'm sure are churning in the mill throughout the school.
"I care about her." I said it out loud. I've said a lot of things out loud that I shouldn't have. I picture her blue eyes locked onto mine.
This woman will be the death of me.
A/N: So Malfoy's general prickish attitude is due to, in part, his first ever encounter with Rose Weasley. Seems like she's always been a rather important figure in his life in some capacity, doesn't it? ;)
Hopefully you all enjoyed some insight into the mind of Scorpius Malfoy. This will probably be six or seven chapters in total, so you'll get to see how he eventually comes to realize his true feelings! I don't have this one fully written yet, so I'll probably only post once a week... hopefully every Saturday or Sunday!
As usual, I can't wait to hear your thoughts! :)